healing

I’d been searching

always for something

could heal me

hoping to find

the cure for this itch

might give me

a little peace

of mind

& she came in

foxed me with her beauty

promising everything

had that smile

of riches to come

like she knew my hunger

could get that job

over & done

& instead took

whatever she could

leaving me behind

thinking at least

I’d had my healing

until just maybe

the next time

a sweet smile

on a pretty face

could get that hook

swung on a line

coming out of a wound

I wanted

needed love around me

was searching for that elusive gift

most of everyday

& I’m sorry if I hurt you

chasing down that scent

as now I understand

drama & trauma are what happens

from operating

coming out of a wound

& I spent the labour

worked out in hours

began the healing of me

refused to deal in drama

treating with trauma

got myself free

but now I notice

its only me standing here

hand open to the heavens

accepting any responsibility

Healing

Sat on the beach watching ships pass by

and I’m telling you

how many times I did this before

different places

times

much

like Gatsby

looking for his green light

my healing in times of need

looking out across the water

distant places

ships and lights

once I thought

I’d be there forever

sightseeing

not taking part

and here I am

involved again

we’ve been through so much

this now

could be

our healing has begun